Three Monkeys Online

A Curious, Alternative Magazine

Ljubljana

  • Bad Days – a poem

    BAD DAYS The mist peels back for the rainfall, I feel the craziness once more.   In the wild eyes of an old man’s face I see his mirrored thoughts fouled by the bad days just gone, still trapped here in this place.   The sky is falling, lingering mist slowly revealing pain as it […]

  • More Than Meets The Eye – a poem

    MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE Iconic sleeve art for Pink Floyd Displays a triangular chunk of glass Alone on a black background, Dramatically separating a thin straight beam Into its constituent colours. The rainbow spectrum. Inert matter sawed, releasing More inside than meets the eye. A sacred structure built in Rome, B.C., Was named The […]

  • Hill 880 – a poem

    HILL 880 (Irish UN position South Lebanon)   Tonight, senses steeled against the black sky, we listen for the warring shadows. The storm is almost upon us. Bursts of coloured tracer attack the hill, bouncing over lost horizons. Phosphorous lights explode, illuminating battered landscapes of death. Below the thunder they cower in the dancing veil […]

  • An der Alster – a poem

    Wing beats of a wild duck Startled by my unlit prescence Drum into my consciousness A moment framed in time. I am again before a dark city lake On a winter’s evening Behind me the half-heard sound Of Hamburg’s traffic. Before me an emptiness of water And space, unfilled by you.

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    Fred Astaire – a poem

    Fred Astaire When I was nineteen I laughed At what I heard people call your “Art”. Art! Like Joyce or Jean Paul Sarte? No. I had you firmly in a bracket. Somewhere between Elvis Presley And Bob Cratchet. But when I was thirty-eight And it was a wet Sunday afternoon And the pubs were shut. […]

  • Tread Softly – a poem

    TREAD SOFTLY It’s raining, always is, that sticky hazy rain that gets down your neck, behind your ears and saturates your face, your hair as soon as you step from the vehicle even though the uniform is multilayered, your boots get soggy straight away and the pistol grip on the rifle resting in your arms […]

  • Next Stop – a short story

     Sarah was late, but that wasn’t her fault, that was the fault of the British rail system. Still, she could sense the anger in the way he held the steering wheel, in the way he changed gears. She was learning to drive too, it would make getting to jobs like this much easier. The road […]

  • Keeper of the Grooves- a poem

    KEEPER OF THE GROOVES For P.McL. It crept up out of the blue Long after I first listened To the affable bluff and ardour That wafted in spurts on air. An above-par package Between hand-picked tracks. Whatever. Then we were introduced In a not-as-we-know-it Academy Assembled to watch a retro Androgynous doll or two Dance […]

  • Skeleton Head – a poem

    SKELETON HEAD Kosovo minefields Out there in the black field a metal skeleton with a helmet on its head studies me – anticipates my every step, tallies my birthdays.   Its grave is tracked with stakes like candles on a cake corralled by barbed-wire lace and yellow tape, waiting for the balloon to go up. […]